re-establishment

Rabid Animal

I wonder if there are exceptions to my curse?

Are there people who can touch me? Who can kiss me? Who wouldn't call me a monster?

Are there people like me?

I always ran away from problems in my life. I always tried to hold back the tears that got stuck in my ocean. In my ocean blue eyes.

Those tears slowly turned into rock and started overloading the ocean, making it drip down the shore.

Drip
Drip
Drip
Tears fell down my eyes as I stared at Adam, whom I can't touch.

Adam, whose eyes widened and he quickly stood up, "Cecily? Hey, hey, hey, why are you crying?" He slowly whispered. Carefully stabbed my heart multiples times with his words.

Is it wrong to love someone? I'm not that bad. I'm not a villain. I'm not. I'm not. I'm...

I stared at Adam, "No Adam. Please." I whispered and crawled back on the side of the bed and placed my knees up to my chest.

Never.

"What do you mean by no, Cecily?" He stared at my with the pitiful gaze. With the gaze to die for.

"Just... leave me alone." I whispered and shoved my face between my knees and ignored Adam.

Adam also stopped asking different painful questions and again laid down on the floor.

Creepy. Everything is so creepy. My heart, brain, eyes, nose, lips, ears, bones and hair even.

My skin feels like being ripped off my body and I'm just left with bones and blood. Lots of blood.

Blood pooled around me and I stared at it with horror. An inaudible whimper leaving my body. Oh god, what have I done?

I shook my head to ease off my brain past memories rewinds.

I slowly bought my hand up to my face and stared at it.

Am I real?

I kept staring at it until I slowly Brought my hand to my mouth and started licking my palm.

Lick lick lick slurp.

Blood slid down my elbow as I stared at my palm.

The bite mark prominent on it.

Am I a rabid animal?

'You're a fucking animal!' I slapped myself silently and slowly brought my hand to my face and started painting it.

Started painting my face with my own red, red blood.

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I wonder what it feels like to die? To finally be in hell?

What if I time travel back in time and kill my mother? Kill everyone on this planet and live freely?

What if I draw out every single drop of my blood? Will I be able to paint my home?

Home?

Something or someone is staring at me. Staring at my soul. Drinking every ounce of my blood and licking every tears that drip from my eyes.

I am strapped to a bed and there are people in white coats besides me. They are also probably thinking that I'm a monster.

They can't touch me so they are using some kind of machines that are currently pierced in my skin of my arm.

What are they doing?

"What is all this?" I asked those white coat people with some kind of thick white glasses.

Glasses that makes me believe that I'm the devil. That makes me see my reflection in it.

My reflection that I have seen after a very long time.

My short white hair and my pearly white skin.

I wonder if devils looks pretty or angels does?

I'm the devil or the angle?

"We're are just gonna run some tests, Cecily." The doctor smiled at me. She is old but I think that she is good. I hope she is good.

"We can stop of you don't want us to." Another doctor said. He was a guy with mostly white hair and he was old but still in shape and handsome.

People can stop? I thought that if something is started, it never ends.

"Y-yes. I want this to stop." I whispered lowly and stared at the monitor which was near the bed and was beeping.

Someone entered the surgery lab.

I feel my skin being ripped off and my heart beating very fast.

'We can rule the world, together.' Words echoed in my ears and my lips trembled.

I will destroy him.

I quickly got up from the bed and glared at him.

"Hey, hey. Cam down, little Helion." He spoke carefully with his usual mocking and static tone.

Little Helion?

My lips pursued, "what do you want, Warren?" I walked over to him and gave him a glare.

He stared at me. Stared in my eyes.

His grey eyes looking like storm. Cloudy weather.

Cloudy weather.

'Did you touched him?! He died!'

He haven't shaved in a long time. Warren looks like he haven't slept in a long time.

His grey eyes are a now looking like a weird shade of black and he looks so... tired. So so tired and frustrated, but he still manages to look perfect with his black tailored suit and tangled blonde hair but these blondes still look like a masterpiece.

He is energy deprived.

Warren keeps staring at me. As if he has been desperate to just look at me.